Lyrics:
model on the magazine, they just want powder they can toot (they want powder)
I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute (out
his leather boot
And this could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In money, oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
gun
Take aim and fire
Machine gun
Shoot your machine gun
Powder burned form rapid fire
Magazine did so expire
Discharge recoil when it's spent
politics
Yeah, powder room politics
Bridge:
Oh, well, we feel like we're not worth much in any scene
If we don't look like the girls in magazines
And we're
Bagging up that powder by the kilos
Working on my aim call me Draco
Got the AK-47 for you fuck niggas
Dial up 187 on you fuck niggas
Bagging up that
and seventy-eight millimetres.
Weight of magazine empty point-four-two kilograms,
Weight of magazine loaded point-nine-two kilograms.
Overall weight with
Overall length: 870mm
Length of barrel: 415mm
Length of sighting line: 378mm
Weight of magazine empty: .42kg
Weight of magazine loaded: .92kg
Overall
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of Bond Street
focuses on my emotionless young dealer face, then pauses
He gives me powder, he has faith in Nas' ambitions to distribute coke
Had addictions to gold
that's on the watch
Got a goon on paper too
Yeah, that goon is punchin' clocks
Powder on the kitchen table
Powder on the counter top
She's a natural
Home Journal
And told Avon not to call anymore
Men have no need for magazines they don't read
For perfume and powder and such
Me and the house
they'll get famous
For a week or two perhaps
They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear
And hope the business don't collapse
Before some stupid magazine
don't see black owned in the window
It's on fire, start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, this is pain
niggas like gag orders
You a motherfucking powder puff I just add water
I blow you punk bitches out the frame
And I'ma make you hoes remember my name
em out
Gotta meet the plug in the next state
Bout to re-up on the powder for the next day
We're gonna run through it all before the weekend
Holler back
hold weight
Feel like I've been here forever
I came in with gun powder on my beather
Already knew you wasn't on my level from yo schedule
Before I
Meet me at the catwalk
Ah, ah, ah
In the dressing room getting ready to go
Mascara, lipstick, powder on the nose
Touch up my hair. Curled
Powder, power! Powder, power! Touch up the deformities,
Push up bras and kittie calls, shine that spotlight right on me.
Caught on film by paparazzi,
[Verse One]
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire
Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream
Fall for cenetries physical
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire
Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream
Fall for centuries physical and the mental
When I
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire
Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream
Fall for centuries physical and the mental
When I
on
Yo yo, mountains of blow like snow constant cashflow
Rockin a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes
Mega powder drippin from they nose
Fuckin Jet
as mine
Bay rum, Lucky Tiger, butch wax, crackerjacks
Shoe shine, jaw breaker, magazine racks
Hangin' round the barber shop, a side-burnin' close crop
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